This week has been really busy for me. We had VBS at our church this week, lasting Sunday-Thursday evenings, from 6:30-8:30. I taught the Nursery class and had a helper. Between the busyness, and possibly not getting enough sleep, I had a few blonde moments and lapses in judgement this week; one of which I kept beating myself up about. I reminded myself of the verse Romans 8:38-39, which reads: “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” That helped me a little bit. I told myself that God loves me the same every day, and that past circumstances don’t change His love for me.
Well, this past Friday I was on the bookmobile with my co-worker, Gary, in Holmesville. We had 3 stops to do, and then head over to Charm for the bookmobile fund-raiser. At the end of one of our stops, we were re-shelving some books before leaving for our next stop and I came across a non-fiction book called “The Shelter of God’s Promises”, by Sheila Walsh. I opened it to the table of contents, deciding to read the chapter about God’s promise of grace. I read a bit, turned the page, and on the very next page that I turned to, there was the exact verse I’d been reminding myself of! Romans 8:38-39. “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. ” How cool is that? :-) I just felt like that was God reaffirming to me that yes, He still loved me. Sheila also went on to say in her book that God loves us because of Who He is, not because of what we do. That really hit me. It’s like, I’ve always known that God is love, but I really get it now. It clicked.
God loves me because He IS love! God is not circumstances. God is not conditional love. God is not good choices. God is love. Love when we make bad choices and have blonde moments. Unconditional love when we beat ourselves up and don’t love ourselves. I love it when something clicks and I get it. How much more does my Heavenly Father love it when one of His kiddos finally gets something? I’m so glad He is patient and doesn’t give up on me. <3
When I was a kid, both my brother and I had bikes that Mom got for us from Wal-Mart. Tyler’s was red and black, and had a sign below the seat that said “Red Rider”. (Or something like that; I don’t remember exactly). Mine was white with pink handlebars, purple splatters across it, and a sign below the seat that said “Sea Star” and had cartoon seahorses on it. I gave my bike away to my second cousin, Tasha, several years ago because her bike was old and worn out, and I simply just wasn’t riding mine anymore. I was baby-sitting her and her sister, and I’m trying to remember how old they would’ve been. I’m thinking she was around 7 or 8, maybe, when I gave her my bike. I gave her my bike between ’05 and ’07, I believe.
Well, on Friday, at the bookmobile’s last stop in Holmesville, there was a little Amish boy who had my exact same bike! Now before you go and think, “well, maybe it just looked similar”, I am telling you it was the absolute, exact same bike that I used to have! It was white with purple splatters, pink handlebars, and the sign that read “Sea Star”, although part of the sign was torn off. Now, I don’t know if it was the bike that I used to have and gave to Tasha, or if he had somehow gotten a duplicate from another store, but it was the same type and model that I had as a kid! That totally made my day. :D Who would’ve thought that years later I’d see my old childhood bicycle?
Blessings until next time!